Sorry, sorry, sorry for the late update! I hope this chapter makes up for it though :) It's a Sango/Miroku chapter. I'm trying to bring more light to their relationship since I mostly work on Inu/Gome because I love them soooo much! I hope you enjoy, and read and review please!

A/N: Inuyasha own my life

"This love has taken its toll on me. She said goodbye too many times before. And her heart is breaking in front of me and I have no choice. 'Cause I won't say goodbye anymore. I'll fix these broken things, repair your broken wings, and make sure everything is alright."

-This Love, Maroon 5

Miroku POV

I sigh as Sango storms out of the restaurant. Here we go again, I think mournfully as I leave a tip on the table and follow after the fiery, dark-headed woman. I know what will transpire in the next hour or two. Sango and I will fight, she'll threaten to break-up with me, she'll cry, I'll comfort her, and the make-up will be awesome.

Enough said.

I expect her to hop into my truck and give me the silent treatment until we get back to my house so she can yell at me properly. But she doesn't. She marches straight past the red monster of a vehicle and starts stomping down the sidewalk. I may be taller than her, but I have to jog to catch up with her because her legs are so long. That, or she is very determined to get away from me.

"Sango! Darling please wait up!" I implore her but she keeps stomping along, people dodging out of her way. If she had an aura it would be one of murder.

Really, this is not my fault! The young, blonde waitress bent down right in front of me! I just happened to glance over and...Sango must have noticed I wasn't really paying attention her talking anymore. She turned around and saw the blonde bending over in her short uniform skirt directly in my line of sight. Realizing that she had turned around also, I quickly snapped my gaze back to my girlfriend, but it was too late. I was caught. Sango immediately dropped her fork on to her empty plate and marched out the door.

I catch up to her, grabbing her shoulder and spin her around to face me. Those beautiful chocolate eyes are set into a glare, and her pretty lips are set in a tight line.

"Sango, I really am sorry. I didn't mean to I just...I..."

"You couldn't help yourself, right?" She says in a sugary sweet voice.

I smile, "That's right. I'm so glad you understa-"

She rips her shoulder from my grip abruptly and takes a step back, "You make me sick."

Ouch. That had a sting to it.

I frown, "You know you're the only one for me Sango."

"Don't say that! Don't say that if you don't even mean it! For a minute I believe you, but then you go and look at another girl's ass! It happens almost every time we go somewhere and I'm sick of it!"

"I really don't mean to, baby. I saw her in my peripheral vision, and my eyes immediately shifted to her."

"But Miroku, this isn't a new thing. I don't even know why I'm so surprised any more. We've been dating for four years, and you haven't changed." Tears start to prickle behind her eyes, but I can tell she is fighting them.

My frown deepens as I realize she's right. Ever since Sango and I met, she has known I am the type to always appreciate the female body. More so than any other male we know. It's an old family trait that runs in the blood of every male in my family. Uncle Moushin, who raised me as my mother died in a car accident when I was young and my father died of sickness when I was young, always had different women at the house, especially when he was drunk. I was raised around womanizing. However, Sango always has an impact over me that made me stop my sinful ways.

For the most part.

Looking back, I realized how terrible I use to be. When I hit puberty, there was nothing that could stop me. I looked through Moushin's playboys, and chased after anything with a short skirt. Cheerleaders. I loved cheerleaders.

"Sango, I'm so-"

"Don't even say you're sorry. 'Sorry' means that you will work to change the wrong you have don't. 'Sorry' means you regret doing what you did."

If this is what the price is for looking at some blonde waitress' butt, then I sincerely regret it.

I slowly take a step towards her and envelope her small hands in mine. Sango continues to glare at me, but I'm guessing she is willing to listen to what I have to say by her silence.

"I promise I will work on it. I know how much it must hurt to see me doing that, but you know how I am. I'm a man Sango. It can't be helped sometimes. I don't think you realize how much I love you or what all I would do for you. So I am sorry, baby. So, so sorry. I regret anything I have done to ever cause you pain, dammit!"

She stays silent as she simply turns on her heel to head to the truck. I don't need words to know that she forgave me.

And you know what else I know?

The make-up is going to be amazing.

Sango POV

Someone please tell me why I forgive this man every time. Only God knows why I put up with him. I know I'm not his usual type, hell I knew that from the moment I met him, and it has always made me insecure. When we met in the seventh grade and eventually became friends, I knew he was a womanizer. All boys in seventh grade were. Miroku, however, comes from a family that is notorious for their womanizing. I knew what I was getting into when we started dating.

I think we always have been attracted towards each other since the beginning, but I always denied it because I was afraid of letting my feelings for him get to strong and I was afraid of being hurt, and Miroku has always had feelings for me...along with some for every cheerleader at our school. I wasn't the type to traipse around in the skimpiest clothes I could find. Imagine Amanda Bynes from the movie Easy A; short skirt, a tight skirt, and a cross necklace.

That was ninety-nine percent of the middle and high school girls at my school. Kagome was lucky she went to a private school, in my opinion.

Then there's me: Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games. I never cared too much about my outward appearance or how tight my shirt was. Does that sound like Miroku's type to you? I was more focused on practices my next softball game and my studies.

All the memories from middle school and high school have stuck with me. I don't like being over-sensitive when it comes to Miroku. I try to not let it show, but the man always seems to push my buttons in the simplest ways. We fight at least every two days, and though we may not have the most healthy relationship, it works. I love him, and I know he loves me. He isn't the only one that has to work on some issues, I also have to work on my jealousy and sensitivity. But I can do that later.

Tonight I have to work on the awesome make-up I know he wants to have.